Three Months Later
Ivan stepped into the cobblestoned path, his foot leaving imprints in the pristine snow. In the heart of the royal estate, Ivan stood before the marble statue of his late cousin, Alistair, and he had taken a free time from his schedule to come and see the finishing touches Tobias wouldn't stop telling him about.
The chains his cousin always wore were not crafted into the statue, and that was to symbolize his freedom in the afterlife. He was surprised that Alistair's father would agree to the building of the statue, since the statue built here was specifically for great kings who have ruled and passed on their responsibilities to their kin.
Alistair's crafted scythe bore a delicate cap of snow, and those eyes of his remained frozen with determination. It was the perfect image of his cousin, for it embodied his playfulness and an unarguable bravery.
